Thursday, July 30, 2009

Memo to ESPN


I've got an idea. I'd like to try something as an experiment in maximizing sports-viewing pleasure. We can call it "ESPN Au Naturel."

The concept is to get rid of announcers altogether on this channel. Instead, let's invest in some technology to better capture the sounds of actually being at the stadium or arena. I want to hear the shouts of the players and the roar of the crowd.

It all came to me during a glitch in the feed of the World Football Challenge match between Chelsea and A.C. Milan when, for a good three minutes, Alexi Lalas disappeared. Those were wonderful minutes.

As an alternative, you could just fire Alexi Lalas.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Nails in the Coffin

Lenny Dykstra has filed for bankruptcy.

Whether this comes as a surprise is hard to say. Before March 24, 2008, the notoriously foul-mouthed, tobacco-stained former outfielder may have seemed, had any of us paused to consider the matter, a likely candidate for post-career financial distress. That date, however, saw the publication of a certain New Yorker profile piece that, to all but the most avid Dykstra followers, likely came off as about as astonishing as would be, say, a revelation that Sarah Palin had secretly published several well-regarded scholarly works on Proust: Dykstra, it turned out, had in the years since his playing career ended become a magnate. A magnate of what was a little unclear, or at least is hard to recall--but definitely a capitalist success, owing to something having to do with car washes, or day-trading, or lifestyle magazines, or maybe all of the above.

He had bought Wayne Gretzky's four-house, seven-acre property in Thousand Oaks. He wore fancy hotel robes and ordered room service. He wrote a column about investing strategies for Jim Cramer's monthly newsletter. As Ben McGrath wrote in the piece (titled "Nails Never Fails"), "[i]t takes some getting used to, the idea that Nails, of all people, could end up serving as an exemplar of the transition from professional athletics to respectable civilian life."

And yet, it seems, the "exemple" that Nails represented was that of the quintessential mid-2000s era gazillionaire-for-nothing. The most revealing line in the profile, in retrospect: Dykstra at one point "was wearing a maroon baseball cap that advertised the insurance company A.I.G., his intended partner in the Players Club annuity program." At least Nails' venture didn't get bailout money.

There are definitely some things that make no sense but that are nevertheless true. Nails' apparent life success seems, however, not to have been one of those. After all that laudatory attention, Lenny Dykstra was a human credit default swap.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

This Goes Out to a Very Special Guy . . .

"You know, a lot of people sacrificed in order for me to make it to the podium today, but one person stands out above all the rest. One person's tireless efforts helped ensure my victory this afternoon: Me."

I've always wished that an athlete would make that speech because I have to believe most of them are secretly thinking it. And now one finally has!

After winning a stage victory today in the Tour de France, Thomas Voeckler of France explained to the crowd, "I dedicate this victory to myself." Okay, so *technically* he followed it up by also dedicating the victory to his son and his wife, but notably Voeckler's first dedication went out to his #1 guy: Thomas Voeckler.

It's possible that his wife may have moved up in the standings if only she'd been there: as Voeckler explained, she "actually didn't see me win as she was returning home in a plane."

You know who would never even think about missing Thomas Voeckler racing in the Tour de France?

Thomas Voeckler.

That man is a prince.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Memo to NBC




Dear NBC,

What the fuck is wrong with you? It's 2009. When Andy "everything bad about the USA" Roddick and Andy "posterboy for UK dental care" Murray are playing in the Wimbledon semifinals on the day that everyone in the US has off to celebrate our thrashing of the Redcoats in the memorable '76 season--which is to say, probably the only tennis event of the year (decade?) that will be of any interest to most of us--YOU DO NOT NOT SHOW THE MATCH LIVE. You just don't do that.

Tape delay might have been, like, acceptable for the 1980 Olympics or something, back when "securitized" mortgages meant home loans protected by the A-Team and there was no internet. In the world we actually live in, however, you can't get in an elevator or buy a cup of coffee or check the result of a major tennis match on espn.com without seeing the results of a major tennis match.

I hate you, NBC.

Sincerely,

Dork 1

PS Can we also do something about the intro to Sunday Night Football? Seriously, could you just not find anyone to look more uncomfortable than Faith Hill "dancing" while she lip-synchs that vaguely-"Dream On"-ish-rip-off?

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Naturalization

In my last blog entry, I referred to Pau Gasol as Paul Gasol. That was totally deliberate.

My friend Mark Krikorian (of the Center for Immigration Studies) and I both believe that foreigners with un-American names should not be allowed to commit their "pronunciation terrorism" upon unsuspecting patriots. Thus, I changed "Pau" to the more acceptable "Paul."

Here are a couple of gems from Krikorian's blog:

"Deferring to people’s own pronunciation of their names should obviously be our first inclination, but there ought to be limits. Putting the emphasis on the final syllable of Sotomayor is unnatural in English (which is why the president stopped doing it after the first time at his press conference), unlike my correspondent’s simple preference for a monophthong over a diphthong, and insisting on an unnatural pronunciation is something we shouldn’t be giving in to. [...]"

"[O]ne of the areas where conformity is appropriate is how your new countrymen say your name, since that’s not something the rest of us can just ignore, unlike what church you go to or what you eat for lunch. And there are basically two options — the newcomer adapts to us, or we adapt to him. And multiculturalism means there’s a lot more of the latter going on than there should be."

Also, Dikembe Mutombo will hereinafter be referred to as Dick Monroe.